“I'm going to fuck you, Altaïr.” Malik whispered, his free, new hand coming to cup Altaïr's cheek and then press its thumb past his lips until it slipped into the wet heat his cock and tongue had only recently left.
“Show me what your arm can do.” Altaïr replied around the thick digit, his voice equally quiet. Suddenly he tensed and held his breath. He thought he had crossed a boundary. Malik was quick to cotton on.
“Hand me the robe and I'll show you.” He promised, wishing to ignore the comment and lose himself. Altaïr nodded, Malik's thumb bumping his teeth. Sliding the soaked appendage out and over Altaïr's bottom lip Malik then wiped it on his braies as he pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them, Altaïr twisting on the hard mattress to grab the robe. He kicked off his boots and braies before handing the bundle to Malik, who kneeled to take it.
“Thank you.”
Altaïr leant forwards and nipped at Malik's bottom lip before drawing him into a short kiss, his hand going to tease his so far ignored erection. He remained silent as Malik untied the twine and let it fall to their side and then shook the robe out.
It was the regulation dark material just bordering on the very edge of black. The silvery white embroidery was usual, the clasps common, It was ordinary. It was good. It had two sleeves, both free and loose. Both usable. Malik shrugged it on and let Altaïr straighten it on his shoulders and fiddle with how it fell. His left arm was alight with sensation as the fabric whispered over it and tugged at the hairs on his arm.
“You're...You needed a replacement.” Altaïr mumbled, and then placed his hand in the centre of Malik's chest and toyed with the hair he found there. “Now...” He said, quickly changing the tone of his voice and the subject at hand, and began to sink back against the mattress. Malik smirked, his erection perking at the promise of attention. He followed easily.
“Lie back.”
Malik was pulled into a deep kiss by a hand on the back of his neck, their tongues tangling and sliding between them. Malik's replaced hand swept with feather-light and teasing touches over Altaïr's side. He ran a smooth, soft thumb over the creased, sensitive skin of the join where his inner thigh met his pelvis. Altaïr jumped and then pressed onto the appendage, groaning as Malik began to kiss down his neck. He rubbed his thumb back and forth whilst scraping blunted teeth over Altaïr's collarbone. The hand on his neck flew to grasp the shoulder of Malik's new robe tightly. Hips twisted and shifted in an attempt to move Malik's grip to Altaïr's straining arousal. With a bruising suck to the base of Altaïr's neck that would no doubt leave a mark Malik sat back onto his haunches, his own cock resting on Altaïr's thigh.
Under Malik's stare Altaïr unabashedly opened his legs until they fell akimbo. His erection leaked onto his stomach. Cruelly, Malik ignored it and swept his hands up Altaïr's sides until they reached his nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Impatiently the Grandmaster's hips shifted, and then rolled up and forwards until they teasingly brushed against Malik's sac, and then fell down again. Challenge and boredom swam in his eyes, mixing with the impatience and lust.
FILL [6.e/6]
“Show me what your arm can do.” Altaïr replied around the thick digit, his voice equally quiet. Suddenly he tensed and held his breath. He thought he had crossed a boundary. Malik was quick to cotton on.
“Hand me the robe and I'll show you.” He promised, wishing to ignore the comment and lose himself. Altaïr nodded, Malik's thumb bumping his teeth. Sliding the soaked appendage out and over Altaïr's bottom lip Malik then wiped it on his braies as he pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them, Altaïr twisting on the hard mattress to grab the robe. He kicked off his boots and braies before handing the bundle to Malik, who kneeled to take it.
“Thank you.”
Altaïr leant forwards and nipped at Malik's bottom lip before drawing him into a short kiss, his hand going to tease his so far ignored erection. He remained silent as Malik untied the twine and let it fall to their side and then shook the robe out.
It was the regulation dark material just bordering on the very edge of black. The silvery white embroidery was usual, the clasps common, It was ordinary. It was good. It had two sleeves, both free and loose. Both usable. Malik shrugged it on and let Altaïr straighten it on his shoulders and fiddle with how it fell. His left arm was alight with sensation as the fabric whispered over it and tugged at the hairs on his arm.
“You're...You needed a replacement.” Altaïr mumbled, and then placed his hand in the centre of Malik's chest and toyed with the hair he found there. “Now...” He said, quickly changing the tone of his voice and the subject at hand, and began to sink back against the mattress. Malik smirked, his erection perking at the promise of attention. He followed easily.
“Lie back.”
Malik was pulled into a deep kiss by a hand on the back of his neck, their tongues tangling and sliding between them. Malik's replaced hand swept with feather-light and teasing touches over Altaïr's side. He ran a smooth, soft thumb over the creased, sensitive skin of the join where his inner thigh met his pelvis. Altaïr jumped and then pressed onto the appendage, groaning as Malik began to kiss down his neck. He rubbed his thumb back and forth whilst scraping blunted teeth over Altaïr's collarbone. The hand on his neck flew to grasp the shoulder of Malik's new robe tightly. Hips twisted and shifted in an attempt to move Malik's grip to Altaïr's straining arousal. With a bruising suck to the base of Altaïr's neck that would no doubt leave a mark Malik sat back onto his haunches, his own cock resting on Altaïr's thigh.
Under Malik's stare Altaïr unabashedly opened his legs until they fell akimbo. His erection leaked onto his stomach. Cruelly, Malik ignored it and swept his hands up Altaïr's sides until they reached his nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Impatiently the Grandmaster's hips shifted, and then rolled up and forwards until they teasingly brushed against Malik's sac, and then fell down again. Challenge and boredom swam in his eyes, mixing with the impatience and lust.